Rumors were swirling through high society that the Song family’s eldest daughter had gone mad. The once proud rose had now become Aiden Foster’s lapdog. With just one phone call from him, I would rush to his side, even if it meant delivering condoms for him and another woman. I would sprint there, even if I got into a car accident on the way and ended up bloodied and bruised. I would still make it to his side as quickly as possible. All just to make him remember me. The last thing he said to me was: “Disgusting.” In the end, I couldn’t wait for Aiden Foster to remember me. I sat on the window sill, staring blankly outside, clutching the diagnosis paper tightly in my hand. Suddenly, my phone rang, breaking the silence in the room. Seeing “Aiden” flashing on the screen, tears welled up in my eyes. I gripped the phone tightly as I answered, my fingertips turning white from the pressure, as if holding on tighter could grasp that fleeting, intangible hope. “Bring a box of condoms to room 1908 at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel.” Aiden’s voice came through the phone, his tone icy cold, devoid of any warmth. A stabbing pain gnawed at my stomach, and my hand holding the phone trembled uncontrollably. “Okay,” I responded with a bitter smile. Maybe this time he would remember me? I forced myself to ignore the churning in my stomach and dragged my heavy legs out the door, stumbling as I went. Each step I took required all the strength I had left. And with each step, my heart was torn into even smaller pieces. As I crossed the street, my vision blurred from the pain in my stomach. The noise from the surrounding traffic became muffled until a sharp, piercing screech of brakes suddenly rang out. Then, a tremendous force knocked me to the ground. Everything went black in an instant. Warm blood trickled down my cheeks, and I was terrified. A year ago, Aiden had also been knocked unconscious by a car, and when he woke up, he had forgotten me. No, I can’t forget Aiden! I trembled as I pushed myself up from the ground, struggling to stand. I wiped the blood from my face with a shaky hand. Everything was a blur of red, and I could barely make out the outline of a car nearby. Stumbling on unsteady feet, like a soulless puppet, I hailed a cab and weakly gave the hotel address. At that moment, my heart was numb, left only with deep pain and that ridiculous obsession. When I appeared at the door of the hotel room Aiden had mentioned, looking utterly disheveled, the door was ajar, and I could hear a woman’s coy laughter from inside. I took a deep breath, steadying my swaying form, and pushed the door open with trembling hands. I didn’t have the courage to walk in, so I just stood in the entryway and called out weakly, “Aiden…” Aiden got up from the woman, and when he saw me, his brows furrowed into a knot, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust. “What took you so long?” He carelessly tossed a red bill at me like he was throwing away trash, impatiently urging, “Stand outside, don’t dirty the place!” At that moment, my heart was shattered by Aiden’s cruel words. I stepped back with tears in my eyes, standing outside the door. My voice trembled, carrying a hint of pathetic hope as I asked, “Aiden, do you… really not remember who I am?” “Well, if it isn’t Scarlett Song, the top socialite!” The woman in the room came out wearing a sexy, fiery red dress. She looked at me with contempt and said, “Why have you made yourself look like this? It’s quite frightening!” She then pretended to be scared and threw herself into Aiden’s arms. This woman wasn’t the same one who had been with Aiden last time, but they shared one thing in common – she was also wearing my favorite red dress. It seemed Aiden had changed women again, but she was just another shadow of me. “Aiden, you’re with her, but you must still love me, right?” Why else would every new girlfriend be a reflection of me? Aiden frowned impatiently, as if shooing away an annoying fly. “Leave quickly, you’re an eyesore.” He then wrapped his arm around the woman’s waist and walked back inside, lowering his head to kiss her ear. “Baby, let’s get down to business.” He spoke loudly enough for me to hear. I knew he was saying it for my benefit. Even though he humiliated me like this, I still clung to a sliver of hope, thinking that next time, maybe next time he would remember me.
I had just hung up the phone with the doctor when I received a SnapChat from Aiden: “I’m having a party at my place today. Come over now.” Looking at Aiden’s tone, it wasn’t as cold as before. Could it be that Aiden had regained his memory? I carefully dressed up to hide the weakness showing on my face, not wanting Aiden to worry about my illness. I put on the red dress I loved to wear when I was younger. Aiden used to say red suited me best. When I arrived at Aiden’s house, he was laughing and playing with a group of friends in the garden. They were holding wine glasses, their laughter and chatter filling the air. “Aiden, do you remember me now?” My arrival brought their laughter to an abrupt halt. Aiden walked towards me, backlit and holding a hoe. “We’re having a party tonight, and there are too many weeds in the garden. Clean them up.” “What…” I staggered back a step, unable to believe what I was hearing. “Oh my, Miss Song dressed up so nicely to do some yard work?” A slender figure in a fiery red dress walked over, linking her arm with Aiden’s. He had changed women again. “What are you standing there for? Do I need to teach you how to pull weeds?” Aiden handed me the hoe, his tone harsh and brooking no argument. I looked at Aiden’s face. This man used to not even let me throw away trash when we went shopping. In an instant, my eyes filled with tears. I swallowed my humiliation, took the hoe, and bent down to start weeding. The sun blazed overhead, and soon sweat had soaked through my hair and dress. I clumsily swung the hoe up and down, the pain in my lower abdomen growing more intense. Aiden stood nearby, drinking and chatting with his friends. Occasionally, I could hear their deliberately raised voices mocking me. “I heard that the Song family’s eldest daughter has gone mad, like she’s obsessed. The once proud rose has now become Foster’s doormat.” “Yeah! The high and mighty socialite, with just one word from Foster, is obediently doing the work of a servant.” … I looked towards Aiden. He just held that woman, saying nothing. Backlit as he was, I couldn’t make out his expression. Did he think the same way? After finally finishing the weeding, I took a shower in Aiden’s guest bathroom. As I was debating whether to put on my sweat-soaked dress again, Aiden knocked on the bathroom door. “Wear this. I had someone throw away that other outfit.” I took the light-colored dress Aiden handed me, unsure of what he was thinking. “Hurry up and change. I have something else for you to do.” My heart swelled with hope once again.
“Aiden, what did you want me for?” “Scarlett Song, come here and pick out a suitable pair of dance shoes for my date.” I froze in place, the smile on my face instantly stiffening as my gaze fell on the broken heel of the woman in Aiden’s arms. I looked at Aiden in shock. “Aiden…” Aiden didn’t look at me. The woman gave me a challenging look. “Then please hurry, Miss Song. After all, I need to dance with Mr. Foster tonight.” I went back to the changing room. All the women’s shoes there were size 7, my shoe size. If Aiden had completely forgotten me, why would the changing room in his house be full of clothes and shoes that fit me perfectly? Aiden must still remember me! He’s only treating me like this because he lost his memory. I took a pair of high heels that matched her dress and brought them over. “Help her put them on.” Aiden held the woman tightly in his arms. He lifted her chin and kissed her right in front of me. The impact of this scene was like a bolt from the blue, shattering all the beautiful fantasies in my heart. I felt like an outsider, only able to watch helplessly as my boyfriend and another woman… But I still had a glimmer of hope in my heart. Maybe he was just acting on impulse. If he could look at me now, if he could notice the hurt in my eyes, if he could see my feelings for him, wouldn’t he stop being so cruel to me? But reality is cruel. He and that woman were inseparable, not sparing me a single glance. I walked up to them, crouched down, and lowered my head. Tears welled up in my eyes, dropping onto the surface of the high heels. I put the shoes on Aiden’s date. Aiden’s date, her face flushed and lipstick slightly smeared, nestled in Aiden’s arms and giggled, “Mr. Foster, Miss Song is so obedient!” Hearing the whispers and mocking laughter of the people around, I felt my dignity completely trampled underfoot. Along with this, waves of pain from my stomach swept through my entire body. The party was about to start. I didn’t want to stay and watch Aiden be intimate with someone else, so I found him and said, “Aiden, I’m not feeling well, so I’ll head home now. Have a good time.” “Wait a moment.” Aiden stopped me and walked towards his study. I stood there, confused, waiting for him. Aiden’s date looked at me with contempt in her eyes. “You should have some self-respect. Mr. Foster doesn’t like you anymore. What’s the point of clinging to him?” I gave her a cold look. “My relationship with Aiden is not something a passing fling like you can comment on.” Aiden came back with a somewhat worn book and handed it to me. “Take this book. Don’t take up my space anymore!” It was the sequel to “Blooming Dreams” called “Shores of Passion.” This novel was a rare edition, with only a few copies left in the world. It was something I had always wanted. I hugged the book to my chest and looked at Aiden gratefully. “Aiden, so you still remember…” I was about to say that he still remembered I liked this book, but Aiden’s date interrupted, “Mr. Foster, Miss Song insulted me while you were gone…” Aiden furrowed his brows and looked at his date with concern. “Scarlett Song, if you’re leaving, then hurry up. Stop being a nuisance!” Seeing Aiden like this, I turned and left, dejected. I kept comforting myself in my heart, maybe next time, next time he would remember me, remember all those beautiful memories we once shared. But I didn’t know how much longer I could keep up this self-deception.
Aiden invited me to his birthday party. When I saw the location, my heart skipped a beat. It was the villa he had originally planned to use as our marital home. As I stepped into the hall, the smell of alcohol and perfume hit me. The moment I appeared, Aiden’s gaze swept over to me, his eyes filled with mockery and coldness. “Scarlett, come here.” Aiden beckoned to me and patted the empty seat beside him, indicating for me to sit there. This time, there didn’t seem to be any other woman by his side. A glimmer of hope that should have been extinguished rose in my heart again. He was holding his birthday party in this villa and hadn’t brought another woman. Could it be that he remembered me? Aiden continued chatting with his friends. One of his friends jokingly said, “Foster, look at how devoted Scarlett Song is to you. Are you sure you really don’t remember anything from before?” My heart suddenly tightened. I instinctively perked up my ears, my gaze fixed on Aiden, full of expectation, hoping to hear the answer I wanted. Aiden picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and smirked, “Scarlett Song? She’s just a plaything when I’m bored! You guys really think I’d remember her?” “A year ago when I had that car accident, I forgot nothing except her. That shows she wasn’t important to me at all. Forgotten is forgotten, there’s nothing worth remembering!” These words hit my heart hard, instantly shattering that tiny, humble hope in my heart. I stared at Aiden in disbelief, as if I had never known the person before me. “But she’s done so much for you. Isn’t treating her like this a bit too much?” Another friend seemed to speak up, unable to bear it. Aiden shrugged indifferently. “It’s her choice, I didn’t force her. Every time I say something, she jumps to do it. Isn’t that perfect for keeping me entertained?” These words falling on my ears made me hurt so much I could barely breathe. So in his heart, all my efforts to win him back were just a joke. Those moments when I thought he might remember me were nothing but my own self-deception! The pain in my stomach intensified. However, Aiden seemed to think it wasn’t enough. He looked at me, his eyes flashing with malice. “But you know, if you want to be with me, there is a way.” “As the top socialite, you are indeed prettier than the other women I’ve dated, and you have a better figure too.” “If you willingly climb into my bed tonight and satisfy me, even if I can’t remember the past, I might consider officially being with you.” Aiden’s words were like a bucket of ice water poured over my head. The people around first froze, then burst into jeers and laughter. I looked at Aiden’s face, the one I used to be infatuated with, my heart filled with anger and despair. I felt the world spinning around me. The pain from my illness and the pain in my heart intertwined, almost overwhelming me. At that moment, I finally woke up completely. In this twisted relationship, I was nothing but a pitiful creature he could toy with at will. For that elusive hope of “he will remember me,” I had repeatedly put aside my dignity, enduring his humiliation. But he wasn’t my Aiden anymore. I slowly raised my head, straightening my back. Although I couldn’t control the physical pain, I didn’t want to be so weak and humble anymore. I stood up, looking down at Aiden, and said word by word: “Aiden Foster, I don’t need you to remember me anymore. My Aiden died in that car accident a year ago. This is the end between us!” Hearing my words, Aiden was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashing with a hint of panic that was barely noticeable. But soon, he regained his composure, the corner of his mouth curling into a disdainful smile. I didn’t look at him again, turning to leave. Aiden shouted behind me, “You’ll come back begging me. I know women like you too well. This playing hard to get trick, I’ve seen it all before. In a few days, you’ll be crying and begging for my forgiveness.” I didn’t turn back, just paused for a moment before continuing to walk forward resolutely.
After leaving Aiden, painting and taking walks became the main themes of my life. On this day, the sunshine was perfect. I sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the silk tree outside. The dappled sunlight under the tree reminded me of how Aiden used to stand there on such afternoons, watching me. My time was running out, and I wanted to use my brush to record the beauty I had completely lost. Just as I was about to paint Aiden standing under the tree, a sudden, intense pain struck me. The brush in my hand fell to the ground with a “thud.” I curled up in the chair, my hands tightly clutching my stomach, my body shaking uncontrollably. While I was struggling against illness and fate, Aiden kept barging into my life from time to time. As I was taking a walk in the park, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in my line of sight. It was Aiden. He stood under a tree not far away, hands in his pockets, looking arrogant. My heart sank, and I instinctively stopped. I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, pretending I hadn’t seen him, and walked around him to continue forward. Seeing that I had no reaction, Aiden strode over in a few steps, blocking my path. “Scarlett Song, you really think you’re something special! You even blocked my number and SnapChat!” He raised his chin, his tone carrying his usual arrogance, but with a hint of unnaturalness. I looked up at him coldly. “Aiden Foster, what do you want now?” Aiden’s lips curled slightly, revealing a faint, cold smile. “I’m just curious to see how you’re doing without me!” “How I live is none of your business. Please move aside!” I tried to walk around Aiden. But Aiden moved to block me again. “Don’t be in such a hurry to leave! Looking at your sickly appearance now, you must be hoping every day that I’ll have a change of heart, right?” I laughed coldly. “Aiden Foster, you’re really too full of yourself! I will never forgive you for how you humiliated me!” Aiden’s eyes flickered for a moment, but he still said firmly, “Humiliation? Didn’t you willingly accept it for so long? In the end, isn’t it just that you can’t let go of me? Now I’ve lowered myself to come find you, and you’re still putting on airs!” I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. “I once thought you were my Aiden and endured your humiliation, but now, I won’t be so foolish again!” Aiden snorted disdainfully. “There’s a limit to playing hard to get. You’d better apologize to me before my patience runs out!” I looked at him, feeling nothing but disgust. “Aiden Foster, even if I die, I won’t go back to you to be humiliated again!” With that, I used all my strength to push him away and walked forward without looking back. Aiden stood there, staring at my retreating figure for a long time. Then he regained his arrogant demeanor, snorted coldly, and turned to leave.
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